Maximum Badonkadonk Ch. 03

Sexually adept, Yoli adjusted her internal massage to my excruciatingly slow thrusts. We kissed, nibbled, and suckled one another's bottom lips getting wet and sloppy with plenty of saliva as she began arching up into each labored intrusion. I liked the way her ass felt all around me and the oily tightness of her hungry cunt. We weren't just having sex; we were digging deep into one another's souls.

Her ear got caught between my teeth as a chew toy before I slathered saliva behind that same ear before sucking on her neck vacuuming my cheeks. The sustained gasps, whimpering sobs and enraptured yowls sent tantalizing jolts along my shaft. Through it all, she remained perfectly still other than her hips which had graduated into a tight circular motion.

Yoli invited me into a bed that wasn't hers to take back something that didn't belong to me in the first place. My bruised ego and shattered heart were collateral damage of her unquenchable desire to forge a symbiotic connection between Renee, Jaquan, and myself. This woman was driven wanting inclusion in a tantric circle of passion. My back was aching, but I still tried to get into her belly on every, limb shaking, trembling stroke wanting more of the ticklish sensation on my crown.

One of us had to give and it was a foregone conclusion that it was going to be me. My butt rabbited, clapping down with piston efficiency as Yoli made little noises signaling every thrust. None of this deterred or caused Yoli to change her technique which enhanced everything. I could feel myself swelling up inside as her entrance seized up at our junction. Yoli captured my thumb between her puffy lips sucking on it as a faux cock.

She was really putting in work on that digit making me even more horny. The audible sound of her cheeks being clapped got progressively louder along with the squeaking of his mattress. I was dripping sweat all over her back, streams of it running down my brow. There was no doubt she was sweating just as heavily as my inner thighs pulsed.

At that instant, a flash of memory stabbed into my spirit like broken shards of glass. Yoli's blissfully enchanted face distorted to cartoonish extremes as she was pounded and rutted into mush. Little details I hadn't noticed before in extreme clarity, eyes saucer sized, nostrils flared with a bit of glistening drool on her big lips. The loud squeaking of a mattress echoing under two bodies with enough force to make her bounce up off it.

His primal grunts accentuated by a labored whine deep in his gullet. I realized I'd come just as his climax was cresting. Half a second into my intrusion there was doubt he was filling her. This yellow bitch was loving every bit of it as I retreated to sit on the front lawn, defeated. No doubt they'd likely finished up as I sat there with a pedestrian's dog licking my face.

All ten of my fingers parted the halves of her floppy, heart shaped ass revealing all of her openings. I pinched and tugged at the latex sheathe covering my tumescence tearing it from my person as the first thickened ropes of cum spurted out. That first rope sent a shiver up my spine making the hairs on my arms stand up. That gluey rope shot out a straight line right up her rear cleavage. The second burst pooled in her rear cleavage while the third shot diagonally across her right butt cheek.

The rest sputtered out in gooey fashion leaving pools and splotches all over the lower half of her curvy, partially shallow rear end. My fingers returned again spreading her apart, the motion causing rivulets of jizz to run over her compromised cunt. The inherent looseness of her flesh down stairs allowed me to peer inside her honeypot at the hot pink flexing of her inner walls.

I sat there awhile watching the movement, white noise in my head.

Yoli remained deathly silent, unmoving still illuminated against in the inky darkness a stark contrast between her jaundice pallor and the soiled bedding. My gathered spunk decorated her widened butt, a sensual Dali painting. I felt weird and disjointed physically realizing how weak and pathetic I'd been for invoking this supposed free spirit. I didn't know whether to classify Yoli a loose, free spirit or some sort of succubus.

There were arguments to made on both sides from her blissful decimation of boundaries to the stalkerish creature intent on sleeping with my cousin because of his connection to her obsession. There was no way of telling what her true motivations and I was scared to ask outright. Yoli would undoubtedly tell me the truth no matter how hurtful and be ready to sacrifice her body afterwards. I dismounted, kneeling at her side, as Yoli glanced lazily up at me.

"If you do it enough times it gets better; but I don't expect you to stop hating me anytime soon." She offered drawing her arms around a pillow in a tightened hug.

"Maybe I hate myself."

"You shouldn't."

"We didn't have nothing going on; it just hurts because it was my cousin. It hurts because I got to be with you to fill a need, you used me as a proxy for Renee and then, you got what you wanted from her. So, I was a backup for your unrequited passion. I don't know if I'm a backup right now. Maybe you were thinking about Renee or my cousin while we were fucking."

"I wasn't, but I wouldn't disrespect you by telling you that."

"I'm messed up, honestly." Yoli's eyes were watery, but she wasn't crying. She rolled over on her back still looking at my face.

"I'd apologize forever if I have to, but that ain't gonna do it, come here." She raised both arms inviting me between her long legs.

I slid easily inside her warm, sticky confines as she wrapped her arms and legs around my torso. I bottomed out feeling the spongy cushion of her lower cheeks cradling my balls as Yoli gave me a peck on the cheek. I looked her dead in the eyes for a long time before kissing her passionately following suite wrapping my arms around her back.

The left side on my face pressed against the right side of hers, our chins hooked over each other's shoulder. We knew none of what we'd done meant anything. Yoli knew I was finding tactile comfort in her arms, my tumescence resting deep inside her.

We drifted off into a deep sleep like this.

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"Wake up cuz."

"Huh?" My eyes found it still dark in his bedroom, but it was probably just before dawn.

Yoli was still under me asleep. We remained sensually fused together as I wiped the tortured sleep from my eyes finding what should've been a horrific sight.

Jaquan was standing there just inside the door staring at us. I found a patchwork quilt covering our nude bodies as I supported my weight on both elbows expecting the worst. Jaquan was leaning against the door hands in his pockets still wearing the suit from his night on the town. His collar was opened along with a few buttons exposing his chiseled chest. He was lightly shaking his head at us, putting a finger to his lips while motioning at a sleeping Yoli.

He gestured with his head wanting me to join him in the living room before pulling the door up behind him. I started to rise, but Yoli shifted in her sleep unconsciously trying to pull me back down on top of her lithe body. She smiled in her sleep as I gifted her a kiss rewarding her for the deep slumber. It took some doing, but I managed to disengage and slip on a pair of sweats that belonged to my cousin.

"Man, when you gonna put a ring on it?" Jaquan was subdued.

"Eh, probably never; sorry about using your bed. You gonna knock me out, now?"

"Nah, it's cool man; I would've beat both of your asses if you used Daisy's room, but it's cool. I just stopped by to get some clothes for a couple of days." He sounded different.

"What's going on, Jaquan."

"Nothing, just a couple of days with Renee and my daughter at her place." My heart skipped a beat when he said that, and I think he noticed the look on my face.

"Oh, well that's cool, man."

"It's just a few days to be a family, but we haven't talked about anything other than me fucking around. I told her about Yoli, too."

"How come you're not in the ICU?" Jaquan chortled, facepalming.

"I can't tell you cuz; I uhm, confessed everything and Renee didn't react. She gave me this kiss, you know what I'm saying, right?" I really didn't want to, but I nodded anyway.

"So, what now?"

"I don't know; she just asked me to pick up some clothes for two days. I've gotta get back so we can take our daughter to school. It's kind of a parent teacher thing going on down at her charter."

"Are you gonna get back together?"

"I don't know, but I'm gonna try." There was a look on his face that I'd never seen before. It tugged at my heartstrings and made me a little nauseous. Jaquan had a pull on suitcase packed while we were sleeping in his bed.

"Good luck." It was the right thing to say, even if I didn't want to.

He was family.

"I appreciate that; I'm sorry for hurting you cuz."

"Thanks." We embraced for a second, before he grabbed the extendable arm on his suitcase walking down the short stairs to his front door.

"Better wash my sheets or I'm gonna beat your ass." The door slammed shut seconds later followed by the sound of his car speeding off.

I sat down on the couch resting my elbows on my knees, heart heavy. It felt like I was losing something precious. My feelings were erratic and disrespectful, but it felt like a loss. There was this burning desire to know why Renee had taken him back. It was a question I wanted answered with every fiber of my being, but I knew never to ask it. The answer would lead back to my situation with Yoli. I told myself I was using her body, but I didn't know at that moment. There were no definable feelings for her, but Renee probably felt the same way about Jaquan.

Maybe she felt that way about me, too.

"Hey?" Yoli appeared at the edge of the short corridor wrapped in a sheet.

"Good Morning."

"I woke up, you were gone." She kept her distance leaning into the door frame peering at me inquisitively.

"Jaquan was here."

"I uhm, heard; I listened." Her duplicity was revealed, but I didn't care at this moment.

"Well, we gotta wash those sheets."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Well, that tells me that we can mess them up some more." The sheet wrapped around Yoli's body fell away from her shoulders as I glanced down at the pile of her clothing in the middle of the dining room floor.

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Two hours later I was stuffing the last of the bedding into the washer in my cousin's garage which was set up as an impromptu laundry. There was a dryer there as well gifted to Jaquan's mother back in the day once Renee set up her salon. Yoli drifted out after making us a couple of messy omelets along with some equally sloppy French toast.

She gave me some song and dance about a job interview to get out of doing the dishes and the soiled laundry. Yoli just squeezed by after taking some prolonged back shots to that floppy butt for a good portion of the morning before her car arrived. The last thing I tossed into the wash were her discarded panties. I received a few texts from my mother indicating that she would return in a few days.

"Just what I needed." I texted back a few obligatory emojis, before checking Ms. WTF's online status on social media.

"Oh wow."

Shawnee's TIK TOK clip had gone viral in no uncertain terms with a few laughable copycats since I'd posted the short several hours earlier. I opened up her onsite page finding it bustling with activity. I already figured she likely knew of her burgeoning popularity but decided to work up at least two more for a few other heavily trafficked sites.

I opened up Rashida's page finding out the activity there equal without the benefit I'd employed for her manufactured rival. I'd had a teaser worked up for her but hesitated considering we hadn't talked since our mutual dustup. It seemed plausible tactically to wait until we hashed things out one way or the other.

This unavoidably brought my thoughts around to Renee Kelly and her alleged reunion with my cousin Jaquan. Something felt different this time as I recalled him telling me that he'd confessed all of his affairs and side chicks to her. I wondered what she's done to get a confession that epic.

For some reason, my mind kept repeating our last interaction over and over again. There was this strange aura about her from the moment I laid eyes on her waiting for my cousin. She felt like a stranger looking drastically different made up for a night on the town. The memory caused me to chafe internally as I went into mental hysterics before she returned to give me a kiss. It was soulful and passionate beyond belief. It was traumatizing yet simultaneously stimulating to the max.

Maybe it was a goodbye kiss?

I resolved to put things out of my mind until the other shoe dropped not knowing if I even wanted that to occur. Just in case things were irreparable, I decided to throw my creative weight behind Shawnee while looking for another "star" for the site I was building. I re-watched the TIK TOK clip several more times sitting in the dining room at my laptop before dialing up Shawnee, curious.

"Hey Medium D, what's good?"

"Mister D." I corrected.

"Still sounds dumb; think you might wanna change that shit." Shawnee sounded more level headed this time, but still retained that edginess I hadn't noticed upon our initial meeting. She'd made a genial first impression, but know I was starting to get the real person.

"Question; do you only have baggy clothes?"

"Why?"

"Answer the question bitch." I asserted myself taking her personality into account.

"I have uhm, a few lying around. Why do you wanna know?"

"I wanna know what you look like without a tarp on; I want some variety for our next shoot. You've seen your numbers this morning, right?"

"Why do you think we're talking, Mis-tah Dee? Oh fuck, change that dumbass name for the love of god, man."

"Please Shawnee, I wanna make you some more coin; you gonna make things hard?"

"Well, you got my paper straight on the quick; it's been under twenty-four hours and the stuff we shot is blowing up, so I guess you know what you're doing. I suppose we can do a little more, but I don't like tight clothes. I got my style set, understand?"

"That's all you wear, just slouchy sweats and jerseys, huh?"

"Fuck you."

"Fuck yourself, I wanna take this shit to the next level; you need to get bigger Shawnee."

"YOU WANT ME FATTER?!!"

"No, I want you defined; I want your shape exposed so that people can see what you're working with."

"I don't know about that shit." Shawnee sounded hesitant even though she was pocketing a good bit of cash in under twenty-four hours. I didn't want to push it further, especially after she'd gone off the rails with her married beau, Andre.

"Think about it, and call Andre, too."

"Laters." She hung up.

It felt like I'd triggered her with the abrupt way she hung up after I made my thoughts known, but it wasn't unsuspected. I finished picking up the house taking stock of the recent women I'd met in my life finding most motivated by some kind of personal issues. I'd stockpiled a ton of unedited footage that could be edited into new content if push came to shove.

I called up the raw footage of Shawnee getting her cheeks clapped in a powerful ass job scene shot on the fly. I started gathering up all the footage into one folder when the front door opened unexpectedly, heavy steel screen door slamming seconds later. I didn't look up figuring Jaquan might've been already tossed out of Renee's place. I could hardly wait to hear the swerve she'd pulled on him, smirking to myself.

"Don't you ever get up from that table?"

"Oh, uhm Renee?" She was standing there ironically in the same spot Yoli occupied upon coming over last night.

She continued the weird fashion change wearing a blocky, denim ballcap emblazoned with the word BOSS spelled out in sparkling rhinestones. Her torso was covered in an extra-large white t-shirt, Nike wristbands on her arms while her decadently shaped legs were covered in white, butterfly print, cropped leggings, crew socks and Adidas sneakers.

It was a different look than I was used to in the time we'd known one another but fit with her woman in charge esthetic. Her symmetrically porcelain beauty remained the same from last night with the smoky cat like eyeshadow and darkened lipstick.

"You know my name; what are you doing?"

"Working, uh where's Jaquan?" Her slanted eyes narrowed as a wry smile formed on her lips closing the distance between us. She pulled out a chair across from me sitting down facing the back of my laptop.

"Sitting in a park, holding a rock I gave him." She placed a medium sized paper bag on the table. There was something cylindrical inside it, but I didn't know what it was off the bat.

"Uhm, okay."

"We had an appointment for an STD screen this morning; I drove him to the hospital first, then I drove him to a park a mile away from my place. He's supposed to be reflecting."

"Right." I replied trying to sound uninterested. I didn't want to ask her about the status of their relationship as she tightened her grip on the bag, almost fondling it for a second.

"So, you're not gonna ask me?"

"What?"

"Don't be coy; you're not gonna ask me about Jaquan at length?" I stopped tapping away on my laptop straightening my back looking at her face. Her mood was indecipherable. I didn't want to trigger her.

"No, I'm not."

"But you wanna know all the same."

"I'm not asking."

Renee drew the bag over between her hands wrapping her fingers around it as I continued tapping away at my laptop. I wondered if she'd taken to drinking to cope with my cousin's rampant infidelity. She seemed pensive tightening her grasp on what looked like the neck of whatever was inside it before speaking. There was a knowing smirk on her face.

"So, you called up Yoli, last night?"

"I did."

"Why?"

I stopped working instantly put on the spot. It felt like something was twisting inside as I tried to think of some innocuous answer to the question that would maintain my dignity. My weakness laid bare, left me suddenly ashamed of my actions. It felt like she already knew the answer to the question as evidenced by the smirk on her face.

"I had a good time last night at the concert, that's all I was looking for was a night on the town. I didn't have anything up my sleeve and it felt glorious, but your cousin thought otherwise. He was falling all over himself catering to me. It was humorous, but I was enjoying the attention. Kind of felt like the old days when we first started dating. He was so attentive and chivalrous, opening doors and such. I honestly appreciated it."

"So you're back together?" It just came out, the question snatching a life of its own.

"He wasn't even gonna come up to my place, but I asked him up to take a look at Daisy. I'm pretty sure he thought I had something up my sleeve, but I didn't. I got into this silk pajama set while he was sitting in her room watching our daughter sleep. We had some white wine and talked a bit about her, laughed about some of our past. Then he broke down; seriously broke down crying hard as he confessed everything. I had to get him some tissues, while I sipped my wine just listening."

"Oh, your plan worked, huh?"

"What plan?"

"Benign indifference; I did the same thing to Yoli a few days ago." I admitted feeling like this was familiar territory.

"No baby; I didn't care about any of that stuff. I just wanted a night out looking my best with him. Those concert tickets were a godsend. I didn't ask him anything, but Jaquan told me everything. I let him rest his head in my lap until he calmed down before pouring him another glass. He wouldn't stop talking about cheating and apologizing for hating you because we had sex. I told him quite casually about our shared sexual experiences, but admitted I liked it after that first day we hooked up."